Fuck the poets of the past. There are no beautiful suicides.

In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you. When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.
-- McDaniel, Jeffrey

08 December 2021 @ 12:10 am

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16 January 2009 @ 09:07 pm

Film List

All the movies I have seen or want to buy (well most of them), cause I'm a loser and want to keep track. And this will grow. Oh yeah, it probably won't be huge mainstream movies cause I can mentally remember those, I think. Or maybe I will, idk.
( I kinda like movies )

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Music: Touch Me - The Doors

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